Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"Then... just enjoy it slowly."

After saying this, Ryan said no more.

He turned and nodded to Dumbledore, who had a subtle expression on his face.

Then, the two of them took a step forward to leave.

"you you..."

At this moment, Bella cursed viciously in her hoarse, old voice.

"The Dark Lord, he will return... He will save me, his loyal servant."

"And you, you will die in his hands... cough cough..."

She was so old, and it made her cough painfully.

In the face of her curse, Ryan seemed not to hear it.

A lion will not turn back because of a dog's barking.

He left without looking back.

Chapter 128 The legendary wizard almost died in the breeze!

When Dolores Umbridge woke up again.

"I..."

She found herself in the Ministry's infirmary.

She felt pain all over her body—especially her face...

"my face!"

She screamed and felt as if her face was being rubbed by the earth.

Memories began to wash over her mind.

"I...I was attacked by a Dementor?"

She recalled what had happened—she had taken Dumbledore and the heir of Hufflepuff to Azkaban.

She tried to scare the little boy, but she didn't notice a Dementor was very close to her... and she was attacked.

Umbridge seemed to still recall the cold atmosphere.

"Down!"

She seemed to hear the Dementor's silent roar, and then she fell down.

Before she fell, she seemed to see the Dementor being driven away by Dumbledore and flying far away into the thick fog surrounding Azkaban.

All the memories and feelings are so real, without any false elements at all.

This made Umbridge turn pale.

A Dementor has lost control and escaped from Azkaban - unimaginable damage to the Ministry of Magic's reputation!

"I..."

She immediately sat up from her sickbed, and then she heard a voice.

"Oh, Dolores—you seem awake?"

Umbridge turned her head and saw a man wearing a healer's outfit, but with the Ministry of Magic logo embroidered on it.

"Rohbi?"

She recognized the wizard—Rochby Wick, a half-blood wizard who had entered the Ministry of Magic at almost the same time as her.

But unlike her, Rohebi was not valued by the higher-ups. Because he was quite good at healing magic, he was sent to work in the medical support room.

But in fact, this place is a completely sinecure - because if wizards are injured, they often go to St. Mungo's for treatment.

So Umbridge always looked down on him.

"What did you call me?"

But at this moment, Umbridge seemed to suddenly realize something.

She seemed to be addressed by name, rather than respectfully addressed as 'Senior Undersecretary Umbridge'.

"Dolores, it's so nice to see you here."

Luo Hebi smiled, but there was sarcasm and coldness in his eyes.

"How many years has it been, since you told me Inquisitor Theodore liked mead?"

"Oh, I misremembered again—he's actually severely allergic to mead, isn't he?"

After hearing this, Umbridge became even more aware that something was wrong.

"I don't understand what you're saying, Rohebi."

"Oh, of course you do!"

Rochbi grinned. "You told me that, didn't you? And Basil, Gloria—we were all under your 'care,' and it helped you stand out and rise to prominence."

"We only discovered the problem afterwards... Who wouldn't praise you for your prowess? Umbridge, former Senior Undersecretary?"

Then Umbridge turned even paler.

Of course she knew that what Rohebi said was true.

She did use a lot of tricks in the process of getting to where she is today.

And her former colleagues became her stepping stones.

Umbridge thought this was normal, everyone was like this.

The strong prey on the weak, and one must be resourceful enough to climb up - she climbed high enough, so even if her colleagues knew what she had done, they would have no way to stop her.

So at this moment, Umbridge's pale face was not because of regret, but because...

"What did you call me?"

She said in disbelief.

"Oh, you don't seem to know yet?"

Rohebi smiled and said, "Minister Fudge has transferred your position - you will be assigned to work in the 'Magic Repair and Maintenance Department'."

"You're familiar with that place, aren't you?"

As a result, Umbridge almost went completely crazy.

Magical Repair and Maintenance Department—of course she was familiar with it.

To put it bluntly, that is the sweeper responsible for cleaning the Ministry of Magic!

Her father, Alford Umbridge Sr., worked there all his life.

This was a stain on her life - so after she gradually gained power, she forced her father to retire early and gave him an allowance.

And when someone asked her if she had any relationship with Umbridge, the cleaning lady, she would smile and deny any connection between them.

But now, she was actually going to be assigned to that lowly department?

"No...that's not the case. I want to see Minister Fudge. I have made contributions to the Ministry of Magic. I..."

She immediately tried to stand up, but found that her legs were completely powerless.

"Oh, I'm afraid not, Dolores."

Then she saw Rohebi's smile.

"Minister Fudge is in an important meeting. He won't need you cleaning up at this time."

he taunted.

"Rohbi—did you think I would always be this miserable?"

But at this moment, Umbridge let out a low growl.

There was a fierceness in her eyes: "You won't be so proud forever, I..."

"Oh, we'll talk about it then."

Rohebi grinned and picked up a bottle of potion.

"You should take the medicine, but please understand - I rarely have patients here, so the quality of the potion is not particularly good."

"But don't worry, I will take good care of you."

He said coldly.

And at the same time...

Ministry of Magic, Office of the Minister.

As Rochbe said - Cornelius Fudge was having an important meeting.

"The wizards of the Memory Destruction Department have found no evidence of memory tampering in Dolores Umbridge's memories."

Fudge sat in his exquisite traditional office chair, his slightly fat fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a 'dong dong' sound.

"Oh, of course not."

Opposite him, several wizards in luxurious attire were sitting on chairs opposite him.

Lucius Malfoy, Amycus Carrow, Anos Dokhorov, Lev Rot, Caroline Greengrass...

Without exception, they are all the leaders of pure-blood families - most of them are the current patriarchs of the twenty-eight pure-blood holy clans.

And at this moment, after hearing what Fudge said.

Amycus Carrow, who had been invited by Fudge, said elegantly, "That's Albus Dumbledore—if he weaves the memories himself, who can tell?"

This wizard, who was once a Death Eater but successfully whitewashed himself after the Dark Lord's fall, obviously had a full understanding of Dumbledore's power.

After hearing this, Fudge's originally kind fat face became extremely gloomy.

"And Bella Lestrange—she's under some kind of spell, and she claims it was cast by Lion Elias..."

He said in a deep voice.